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sodoshame · 10 months

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I’ll Show You How Beautiful You Are.

Plus-size Fem!Reader x Swiss Ghoul

Warnings: Insecurity about weight, some negative associations with being bigger, smutty towards the end.

A/N: You can’t tell me Swiss wouldn’t be into bigger girls??? He definitely would be. (Just adding the fact that I’m plus-size myself… yes this may be an entirely self-indulgent fic.)

Y/N was stood in front of the mirror, examining herself. Letting out a sigh, she groaned as she wrapped her arms around herself. She hated how she looked in this damn dress.

“What’s up, baby?”

She saw Swiss approach her in the mirror, wrapping his arms around her from behind as he gently pressed his lips to her neck. Y/N sighed again, putting her hands over his.

“I hate this, Swiss. I feel disgusting…” She mumbled, turning around in his arms so she was facing him.

“What do you mean, my love?” He asked as he looked at her with his head tilted, slowly moving his hands from her waist to her hips.

“I just… I look so… awful and chunky.” She said, bringing her hands up to rest against his chest. Swiss looked at her, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“You’re joking, right?” He asks, being completely serious. He did not see anything wrong with the way she looked at all.

Y/N shook her head, her eyes flicking to the floor. He sighed, tilting her chin so she was looking at him again.

“Y/N, baby, you are literally the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And trust me when I say, tonight you look absolutely breathtaking.” Swiss said, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

“But… this dress, it just… it shows off everything… everything I don’t want it to show.” She mumbled with a sigh.

Swiss spun her round to face the mirror, standing behind her with his hands still on her hips.

“Y/N, are we seeing the same thing?” He asks, making her look at herself.

She moves her arms back across herself, covering her stomach as she sighed.

“My tummy, my thighs… everything looks massive.” She groaned, clearly feeling awful about herself.

“Baby, I think you look amazing. This-” He says as he moves his hands up to her stomach. “Is beautiful..” Swiss moves his hands back down, to her thighs this time. “Lucifer knows that you know how I feel about your thighs, my love.” He mumbles, nuzzling his face into her neck as he lets out a quiet purr.

Y/N chuckles slightly, shuddering as she feels his lips graze over her neck. A light blush spreads over her cheeks as she turned around to face him once again, her arms wrapping around his neck.

He wraps one arm around her waist, the hand other moves down to caress her ass. He lifts his head to look at her, a slight smirk on his face.

“How about I show you just how beautiful I think you are, huh?” He mutters, dropping his head to whisper in her ear. “How about I spread those pretty thighs?”

Y/N feels herself shiver, leaning into him.

“I, uh- we have to leave in half an hour…” She mumbles, tripping over her words, clearly flustered.

Swiss shrugs, looking down at her with a smirk on his face.

“I’m sure it won’t matter if we’re a little late…” He says, his voice low.

Y/N flushes a darker shade of red, her fingers rubbing the back of his neck. Before she knew it, Swiss’ lips were on her own. Kissing her softly at first; although that didn’t last long. Their tongues battled inside of their mouths and Swiss’ hands were roaming all over her body. He pulls away for just a second, looking at her.

“Do you want this, baby?” He asks, a twinkle of lust and desperation in his eyes. Y/N nods eagerly, pressing her lips back to his.

Swiss slowly guides them towards the bed as they kiss, laying Y/N down on the bed. He straddles her, looking down with a smirk.

“Now, as much as I love this dress on you, can I take it off of you?” He asks, his voice sickly sweet. She nods in response, moving her body as he removes it from her; leaving her in just her bra and underwear.

He moves up the bed slightly, bending his head down to kiss her lips. The multi-ghoul slowly moved down, kissing her jaw, then her neck. He gently nips at the skin on her neck, leaving a few marks on her. Y/N let’s out a tiny whimper, craving more of his touch.

Sitting up slightly, Swiss looked down at her, examining her body.

“Absolutely beautiful.” He said, tracing his fingers down her stomach. He bent down again, leaving a trail of soft kisses down her stomach; then he lifted her thighs up slightly and he placed a soft kiss to the fabric of her underwear, just over the right spot to make her whine.

#ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss ghoul #swiss x reader #swiss x plus size reader #plus size reader #the band ghost #swiss ghoul smut #swiss army ghoul #nameless ghoul x reader

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elvisabutler · 11 months

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mess dress

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( army era ) x female plus size reader word count: 2323 warnings: thigh riding. uniform kink. mild innocence kink. public play-ish. implications for future p in v sex. author’s note: welcome to day 7 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, uniform kink with elvis presley x reader. so fun fact i've had this 95 percent finished since friday. i have also been without internet because construction knocked out my internet for the weekend. however this is done now. so this erred accidentally into a sort of public play kink thing as well. hopefully y'all enjoy it regardless. this is sort of a sequel to called ya, didn't i? but you don't have to read it for this to make sense, necessarily. i do really want to hear how y'all feel about my fics and i know i don't always reply to comments but reading them delights me so much. as always imagine who you'd like i'm not picky.

You're no stranger to Army functions, little soirees that you shouldn't be invited to but you are because your Daddy's always loved showing you off even as there were whispers about how it wasn't proper that his daughter's waist didn't taper just so. But being at one when you're involved with Elvis Presley- well, that's another thing entirely. It's one thing to be on your Daddy's arm and another to be on your boyfriend's arm knowing how that arm feels wrapped around your waist as you do things very good army brats shouldn't do.

The thing is, you want to think Elvis is willing to stay with you, you want to think he's a good man even if all the papers and the press think he's cavorting around with every girl in Europe. And he's been proving it with every innocent date and every not so innocent moment where you cry out for release as his fingers play you better than any guitar. Elvis wants to be with you and even as things are winding down in Europe, he's whispering jokes and plans about asking your Daddy if it's alright for him to whisk you away to Memphis.

"Told 'im I'd take real good care of ya. No funny business, either. Not 'less I got a ring on your finger."

After hearing that, you almost swooned like you were a Victorian maiden, the rush from hearing those simple words— that simple potential promise had your mind whirring and your heart thumping a quicker beat than it ever had in your life. Never mind that you and him already had indulged in some funny business, it was all the kind that could be hidden. Not the kind that had you filling out dresses and telling your Daddy he's got a grandbaby on the way.

Hearing that put your mind at ease and allowed you to dream a little of a future with Elvis. It allowed for a picture to be painted of you at Graceland or in Hollywood, maybe with a child or two— and a world where you might still be told you don't look proper for a woman but there's gotta be something about you that's got Mr. Presley all shook up and stuck on you. Saying yes to Elvis about going to the function was easy after that even if you had to tell him that he didn't have to get you a dress despite his arguments for doing just that.

"I-I jus' wanna show 'em how pretty my girl is. Tell 'em what they missed out on. Show Charlie I can get me a ree-spec-tuh-bull girl." He had teased, hands against your hips as he kissed your neck in front of your mirror.

Your hands should have swatted at his arms and you should have told him to keep his hands on your waist but instead you moved your hands to lay on top of his and smiled. "You will, Elvis. I'll pick something pretty and we'll have pretty pictures to look at. You'll probably even have one to take home."

A look flitted across Elvis's face that you couldn't quite put a name to and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at it before he shook his head. "Yeah, I can have a picture. Just— I mean it, baby, I'm gonna show ya off. Tell 'em I like ya wit' or without all this dressin' up."

It's practically comical the way you and Elvis look at each other the moment you open the door to see him standing there in his full dress uniform. You've seen him in uniform before and had told him rightfully that seeing him in it did something to you between your legs but seeing him like this? All ironed pants and dressed without a hint of a flaw had your mouth watering as your eyes traced over every inch of him, settling embarrassingly on the subtle bulge between his legs. You've felt it before but to see it look like it's starting to rise to the occasion just from looking at you right now in those slacks has your breath escaping from your lungs in a quiet whine.

Not that your boyfriend was any better, taking in the way your dress outlined your chest and your hips and practically shimmered in the light. You matched his dress uniform almost to a tee with a little feminine flair. Your mother is the one who comes upon the two of you staring at one another and tuts quietly, shooing you out the door with a shawl and a yell about how Elvis needs to bring you home before a certain time. You don't dare speak until Elvis enters the other side of his car and sets a hand on your clothed thigh.

"Honey— ya tryin' to kill me? 'Cause it's workin'. Didn't know ya—" He starts before you silence him with a kiss and a shy smile.

"I had it specially made. Thought tonight deserved something special, since you said you'd show me off, remember?" You bite your lip, knowing full well you're probably ruining your lipstick. What you're saying is the truth but a part of you, a small part that's listened to a friend or two who thinks Elvis is so sweet on you that he might want to marry you thinks this was the perfect outfit to prove you're the sort of girl who can be Mrs. Presley. All sophistication and charm that a good boy— a good man like him needs.

"I- I do. Now I'm thinkin' everyone's gonna be tryin' to steal ya from me if I show ya off. Lord, darlin'. Make a man wanna—" His breath comes out in a rush, a puff of air that moves a surprisingly errant curl from his head as you giggle.

"Maybe later? Before you take me home?" The words are questions but from the way you look at Elvis you know that he catches your meaning. That you want him to do something to you as much as he wants to do something to you. Truthfully just looking at the buttons of his uniform and every single detail on it has you clenching your legs together— forgetting that Elvis's hand is right there until he groans as he starts the car.

"Gonna be the death o'me," he mutters only to hear you laugh again and say three simple words in French.

"La petit mort."

You both know it's a little improper to have you sitting on Elvis's lap, but the night's been winding down ever so slowly and Elvis— can get away with things other men can't. Sure, this might get back to your Daddy but it's not as if he doesn't already have an inkling that Elvis is head over heels in love with you. You haven't ended up with a baby in your belly yet and that's— well, that's as good as he can hope for when it comes to the pair of you, he figures. He'll allow it as long as he can think his daughter is as pure as can be. Besides, Charlie is very good at covering for you and Elvis when things look a little more salacious than they should. Right now as Elvis's leg keeps bouncing between your thigh, you figure you'll get use out of those skills yet tonight.

The conversation is one you're not fully paying attention to, having heard half these things a million times over as you've grown up but when you feel the brush of warm air against your ear your eyes widen just a hair.

"Fallin' asleep on me, darlin'? Gonna leave me to talk to everyone by myself?" His whisper is low and inviting in a way that has you shivering just slightly as his arm grips your waist a little tighter. "That woke ya up?"

You don't trust your voice just yet especially when you feel Elvis's leg jiggling between your thighs, his knee brushing against your clit with almost every movement. Your only answer is a small hum as you smile at other people.

Elvis flashes a charming grin as he shifts both of you, allowing the bottom of your dress to cover his leg entirely and exposing your underwear covered vagina to his knee. He bounces experimentally and watches as your eyes widen and you let out a soft whimper that you quickly cover with a cough, your chest bouncing from the effort. Your thighs try and tighten around his leg in an effort to stop the bouncing only for his hand to grip your hip, reveling in the way it feels underneath his grip.

"Elvis," you hiss, turning to look at him after one particularly intense bounce as your nipples hardening in your bra and has you starting to soak through your undergarments. "What are you doing?"

"Ya been eyein' me up like a piece of meat all night, baby. Know that place 'tween ya legs has been achin' somethin' fierce 'cause of it. Didn't think ya wanted to wait. Jus' in case I gotta rush ya home." He explains like it makes all the sense in the world and you find it's hard to argue with him over it even as you know how bad this looks.

"But we're in public. Just because I wanna rip your uniform off doesn't mean we need to—" you start only to have him brush against that spot earning a bitten back whine and a grind down from you. "Elvis— oh."

It shouldn't be pleasurable, your fear of being caught and the potential shame should stop you from doing this but the only thing it's stopping you from doing is ripping off Elvis's uniform that you've seen on a million men before but none of them have been him. Maybe it's the way you had seen the bulge between his legs pressing against his pressed slacks or maybe it's because he was all dressed up to take you somewhere. To show you off. Whatever the reason was, you don't stop Elvis from moving his leg, from bouncing it just so in a way that has your vision starting to blur and has your nails digging into his other thigh in order to keep quiet.

"Gonna make a mess of us, ain't ya? Gonna stain my uniform, darlin'? Make it so I gotta tell everyone I had a lil sweat on my knee?" He mutters his filthy words against your ear and you nod as slow as you can as your eyes dart around the room and around your talking companions. Had any of them noticed what was going on?

"They ain't payin' attention. Ya a good girl, 'member? God, darlin' wanna see ya come apart in front of 'em. Do that for me, will ya? Do that and I'll ask ya daddy to marry ya tomorrow. I gotta or 'm gonna ruin ya 'fore I can."

You have to take a breath or five to be able to speak as his knee picks up speed. "You'll wear your uniform when you do? So I can see it again?"

The grin on his face is downright evil as he nuzzles your neck and places a kiss or two against it. "'Course. Jus' for you. Jus' to see ya get all hot 'n bothered 'bout it again. You gonna make a mess f'me, mama? Gonna show how I got the best girl 'round wit' ya plump yittle thighs and those big breasts a yourn? And that stomach that's softer than anythin' army issued?"

Any other time and you might feel a might bit embarrassed about the way you nod quickly. Truthfully you can feel a bit of shame when you catch the eye of one of the other women. Her eyes are a little widened and you— that should be your cue to stop but you're so close that you can't help but cast your eyes downward as Elvis follows where your eyes went.

"She's just wishin' it was her. Wishin' her date would do this to her. Don't— Don't be shy. I gotcha, darlin'. Let go f'me?"

Somehow the way he phases what is technically an order or a request as a question sends a jolt through your body and has you holding back noises that threaten to leave your mouth as you feel yourself coming. Feel that tension inside your lower belly finally release. You feel your body twitch ever so slightly as the pleasure rolls through your body as Elvis's arm tightens around you to keep you from slumping forward. Your chest heaves in the confines of your bra and your dress and Elvis's lips curl into a bit of a smirk against the back of your neck as you try and catch your breath without being too obvious. Against your backside you can feel Elvis's cock nudging you and with a bit of a smile you shift just so in order to hear him grunt.

"Are you two okay?" You both hear someone ask— maybe it's Charlie or maybe it's someone else, you're both not too sure but it prompts you to stand up, adjusting your skirt as you do and eyeing the sizable damp patch you've left on Elvis's leg in his uniform. His eyes look down before they widen and he pulls you back down to sit on it.

"We're— we're fine." A short answer said by both of you as the two of you exchange a look and you grab Elvis's hat to plop it on your head. The look Elvis gives you is filled with more love than you thought he was capable of even though you can see his still blown pupils and see the arousal lingering in those ocean blue eyes.

After a moment of staring you turn back to everyone and smile, "so what were we talking about? You've got both of us at attention."

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chronicwastin · 1 year

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my contribution to the evil dead fandom on this fine monday morning.

#evil dead #ash williams #army of darkness #ash vs evil dead #what size pussy u wear ??????????

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kittykatyoongi · 2 months

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koo ☆

#bts #bangtan #bts army #bts jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook #kookie #koo #when he smiles my heart grows twice its size

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lover4bts · 2 years

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Dating jungkook would include

:recording him at the worst times

:if your older or younger than him kook will still treat you like a Nonna

:if your younger than him he likes when you call him oppa

:learning some of there dances

:thinking he was so cute before debut

:him making you go to the gym with him

:you don't have to work out he just wants you there with him

:chilling during his breaks

:going on tour with him

:stealing everything he owns

:watching the sunset

Imagine your gender and race

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monkabonka1 · 1 month

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I wanna mod the first YKW game but i need to learn to mod so heres a concept

he has a 3d model in game so its just a matter of animating him following the player, dialog changes (maybe special dialog in certain circumstances, iykyk), and cutscene animations (hopefully i can get an adequate VA on)

#yokai watch #3ds modding #modding #b3nk1 #whisper gives me the ick #so gay i got guy friends 3x my size cause a tiny lesbian needs an army

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funnysideblog · 2 months

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With the insurrectionists i want sisyphus to also be a man of great comfort. Physical and emotional. He loves them very much and they love him too.

#army sized polycule isnt really the word for it but its very funny so haha #i just think that he really just loves them so much and yknow as said in canon rlly. he would do absolutely anything for them

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onepiecefashion · 3 months

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Outfit for Belo Betty

Ester Manas Fall 2023

#belo betty #revolutionary army #one piece #one piece fashion #ester manas #red #plus size

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kerorowhump · 5 months

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ive talked in the past about keroro's desire to keep things as they are, static, because it's the only way he can have both keron and earth, but while rewatching ep140b I realized it shows the opposite side of this struggle

that no matter his efforts, it's a futile attempt and nothing is improving because everything is staying exactly the same. he spent a week racking his brain for a solution but the episode ends by showing us that he doesn't find one. could it be because the whole time he was fighting alone?

(his voice breaks in the first screenshot...) this to me feels like the same motivation he would have for invading. wanting to leave a mark, making something of yourself, mattering.

chibikero is in shadow, like the gunpla's shadow. he's not real anymore but he represents all the expectations and lost potential on his shoulders. while the small gunpla is in light like keroro. that's the reality of it. but that's also how he feels. small. he hasn't achieved any of his goals. he hasn't lived up to anything he said he would, everything he based his identity on. he's a "pitiful invader". his desire to matter perfectly encapsulates his abandonment issues too.

this collection will outlive him. it will speak of his greatness when he's gone. it's as much his identity as the invasion. it's also his tomb in the exact same way.

he's so happy for a moment organizing his whole collection on the shelves that he thought were gonna solve everything, enjoying the moment as it was, but in the end nothing changed.

is it because he's expendable? easily replaceable, like by a clone? is it because he doesn't see his own worth, so he has to get some (the keron star, his collection, the invasion)? because if he's not useful, he'll be thrown out? or because he doesn't want to be forgotten and left behind?

and yet

he remains insignificant and his fight is fruitless.

#keroro #musing #i love chewing on keroro meta analysis especially visual and size related. being too small and insignificant or being so big u -#take up too much space and are a weight to everyone #i need to know the meaning of the single red zaku in his terracotta army. i will not believe it's just a char nod #and also what in the fuck is the string chibikero wiggles. please help i wanna know so bad. like that does that MEAN #this episode holds so many misteries still #ep 140b #i rewatched it bc ya gurl spent a lil too much money on keromerch after the dramatic incident so i was like oh he just like me fr #i have been so so busy these days that i cant keep my watch and it's killing me. let me watch keroro in peace pls... i hate studying #i did not mean to make a musing post but it just happened it came outta me on its own #the way keroro's room looks is EVERY TIME a meta thing on its own. it says something of his emotions. thats why he stands on top of-#the boxes at the end when he thinks he has overcome it and solved it. wait no this deserves better than tags i will make a separate post #about this

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